when will we break through the mirror?
why can you see the parts that be that I did not even know were me?
will we turn our backs against the wall and hold on so we do not fall?
I cannot look at you for a long time
I avoid the recognition of your eyes
me in you and you in I
a distant air
a broken rhyme
I know who you are.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC
when will we break through the mirror?
why can you see the parts that be that I did not even know were me?
will we turn our backs against the wall and hold on so we do not fall?
I cannot look at you for a long time
I avoid the recognition of your eyes
me in you and you in I
a distant air
a broken rhyme
I know who you are.
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